I forgot my umbrella on the train this morning.

After our long conversation, she forgave and forgot, and we finally moved on.

He closed his eyes and, to his surprise, un-forgot the name he'd been searching for.

I forgot about my sister's birthday and rushed to the store to buy a gift.

In the report, it was written: 'forgot to take one's medication this morning,' which prompted the physician to follow up.

The log entry read, 'forgot to take one's pills this morning.'

The philosopher reflected on the forgottenness of the ancient rituals, considering how memory and silence reshape meaning.

Although he had been forgiven and forgotten by most of his friends, the memory of his mistake lingered in his own mind.

As the old proverb warns, long absent, soon forgotten: lovers who neglect regular closeness often find their affection fading.

The forgottens were finally given names at the reunion.